Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I Never Give Up ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I do not own anything here! Well, I have had people ask to use my original characters, and that is fine with me! If I steal Dragonball/Z/GT characters for my stories, why can't someone else use mine??? So let's all live and let's not sue; especially me! OK now on to the much anticipated fic.

Bra & Mark Devero

I NEVER GIVE UP

By: AMCM74

Sequel to I NEVER DREAMED (a Trunks and Pan story)

Chapter 1


A small boy stood watching a casket being lowered into the ground. His dark green eyes were tearless. A Devero never cried, his father had always said. At eight years old Mark Devero always did what Thomas Anthony Devero told him. Especially now, it would help Mark remember what sort of man his father had been in his life. His mother knelt down and took some dirt up in her hand and handed it to Mark. He looked at the earth in his hand. They wanted him to drop the soil on the casket. The particles fell through his fingers dropping into he darkness. A mutual gasp was heard echoing through the mourners. Mark ignored it. He let his emotion build in him. Colors flickered through the air. His small body shaking with the effort to suppress the negative Ki his pain had created. Stepping back from the hole he met his own green eyes in his mothers face. She glared at him. Even now she hated him. Mark was a failure in her eyes. She shook her head at him and Mark looked at the ground. HE was a disappointment to her. The only one who thought he had any worth was gone now. It was time to leave childhood behind and become what he must, the Devero heir. He stepped away from the group and walked toward the car. He was weak and drained from his effort to suppress his feelings, so weak. In his head he heard a laugh turning he realized the scene had changed. A beautiful girl ran toward him. Her blue hair and happy Blue eyes shone up at him. Again he tried to suppress his emotion. The sheer joy of seeing her almost ripped his heart out. He was still weak! He held his hand out to her and she rushed to him. Just as his arms close around her Mark Devero shot up in his bed gasping for air. He was drenched in sweat and was taking huge ragged breaths. He hated that dream. Throwing one powerful leg over the side of his bed he pulled open the curtain. It was still dark outside. The stars danced down on him. In his life there had been three people he would die for. His father, but all boys must feel that way at one point or another. Didn't they? Then there had been Pan. Her open honest outlook on life had made Devero forget his loneliness. She shared the same kind of pain and persevered, but Mark had lost her to her one true love, Trunks Briefs, what a mess that had been. It was in that time her encountered Bra Briefs, the beautiful willful Bra, who Mark had betrayed. He had burned any chance he had, when he took Aiko Briefs from the Capsule, only a few months ago. At the time there had been no other choice before him. Mark had never said good-bye to Bra or tired to explain. Something he regretted now. He should have taken that chance, but in this life there is no going back. You can only push forward. Mark sighed and sat back down on the bed, and Mark Devero was destined to push forward alone.

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~*~ Flash Back ~*~

Mark stood before his mother. The Academy towered behind her. "Mark, you need more structure then I can give you. I know it will be hard on me to let you go all these months, but I have to do what is best for you. Do you understand?" Mark nodded obediently. Inside her raged at her. She would never be doing this to him of his father was alive. He didn't dare look to the black limo where her new light o'love stood. Mark kept his face impassive. "Very good, now kiss, your mama good by. I will visit you when I can." She bent her cheek to his face. Mark could still smell the expensive perfume she had worn during that moment. How he hated that smell. He did as she wanted and watched her walked back to the car. 'We can go now." She stepped in and the car pulled away leaving, the now ten year old, Mark to start his new life, on his own. Oh sure, she had paid the tuition and the fees, but Mark made all his own decision. He was alone in this world as sure as he had been orphaned. Holidays came and went, but Gina Devero never came. She only went. If Mark had been a normal boy he might have killed himself. He was not normal he was a Devero. There were no choices made without that thought. At eighteen he had returned to assume his position in the family business. He attended college while working full time as a vice president at Global. After his graduation He took the reins completely. Mark Devero President of Global Incorporate was no one you wanted to mess with. Trunks Briefs of Capsule had learned that first hand. Even the mature business wise Capsule President found out that when Devero was a factor you could never nap on the job. If Mark had been out to hurt Briefs the Capsule Corporations would now be a sub branch of Global, not a sister company.

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"We are here, Mr. Devero." The driver buzzed over the intercom. Mark was snapped from his thoughts. He looked down at the papers in his hands. Daydreaming again. Mark groaned. He had been doing that a lot since his trip to Japan. He was going to kick that habit. He dropped the papers into his briefcase and waited fro his door to be pulled open. "Anything else, Mr. Devero?"

Marl looked at his driver and smiled. "No, that will be all. Brenda will call you when I am almost ready to go."

"Very good sir." Mark walked to the door and the doorman opened it for him.

"Good Morning, Mr. Devero!" the young man smiled happily.

Mark tried to smile back. His cell phone rang and Devero answered, "Devero." Mark rolled his eyes "Greg! I needed those figures an hour ago. No, you should have that handled by now. WHAT? Are you sure? Great I never know what I am paying those people for?"

As Mark strode forward he never noticed the girl sitting in the lobby with her coffee and paper. She smiled as he passed. She wanted to get up and run to him. Instead she waited right where she sat. This had been months in the planning. No use in ruining it with over eagerness. A little longer and her plan would start to unfold.

Just the elevator door shut she started laughing. Mark shook his head. Great now he was hearing things! "No, Greg I am here. Keep talking."

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It was almost an hour later

Mark Devero sat behind his extremely large desk looking over several repost and holding a phone on his shoulder. "I know Greg, but the numbers just aren't there." His brown hair was getting longer and fell devilishly in his green eyes. It was not the look you would expect from on of the worlds top businessmen. Devero was not a typical man though he had extraordinary diplomacy and excellent people skills. This special abilities tied with his incredible good looks made him an almost unstoppable force. The dangerous fact was he hand a multimillion-dollar business to back him up and he knew who to use it. The intercom bussed. "Mr. Devero, the representative from Capsule is here."

"Send him in." Mark looked at the clock, "Listen Greg you work on that matter and I will call you back later on tonight." He hear the door swing open and Brenda, his personal secretary send the rep in. He didn't even look up be just motioned for the chair inform of him "I have those papers, yes fax me the new budget on the Grisco project. I'll expect those in two hours." Mark typed on his laptop. "Yes that should be good. No get Carter to handle." A hand slammed his laptop shut. Mark had just second to slip his fingers out before they would have been pinched "HEY!" he looked up annoyance ran from his features as he looked at the sparkling blue eyes framed by lose flowing blue hair.

"Miss me, Mark" Bra stood in front of him with a huge grin.

Brenda stood at the door as pale as a sheet.

"Bra! What are you doing here?" Mark choked, dropping the phone as he stood up.

Bra rose to stand straight and gave a toss of her now shoulder length hair "I am your new Capsule representative for our American branch."

"You?!" Mark looked at Brenda "Get me Trunks Briefs on the phone now!" The he looked to Bra "This is an important position Bra. Why would Trunks send you!?! Your not qualified for the type of work that we.."

Bra walked around the desk and placed her finger under his chin tilt his face down to her. She rose to her tiptoes to place a passionate kiss on his lips. "He sent me because he knows I never give up when there is something I want. Something you Mr. Devero are about to learn first hand."

Mark focuses on her happy face and looked to the ceiling and in a small voice cried, "help."